Golden // Larry Stylinson

Chapter Eight

Harry puts the phone on speaker, and the rings fill the otherwise quiet hotel room.

Just as Harry begins stressing that it'll go to voicemail, he hears a shuffling on the other end.

"Hello?" Hearing Lottie's voice allows Harry to release the breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

"Hey, Lotts. It's me, Harry."

"Harold Styles! What are you doing to my brother!" Lottie cries out, and Harry shrinks back in fear.

"Wha-"

"My god! Honestly, you must've drugged him or something. I saw the livestream and the way you two were kissing. I have never seen him look so god damn smitten before."

Harry looks at Niall, unsure of whether Lottie is mad at him or not.

"You should talk to Adam, my boyfriend. He's a great guy but a lousy kisser. He could use some tips. You were really getting all in there with Lou. If I'm being honest, it was a bit sloppy, but I'd rather have a sloppy kiss like that than a dry kiss like Adam's doing right now."

"Right now as in right this second?" Harry chokes out, slightly disgusted.

"Oh god no, Harry. Right now as in recently. I don't go making out with my boyfriend while on a call with someone. That's your job, apparently."

Harry let's a out a light chuckle, still looking hesitantly at Niall.

"Okay, so you aren't mad at me for the whole... incident. Good to know."

"What?" Lottie exclaims in surprise. "Why would I be mad at you?"

"I don't- I just couldn't tell if you were mad the way you were talking."

"No! I could never be mad at you, Harry. You seem to make Lou happy and you make some pretty good music."

"Oh. Alright." Harry laughs again, this time completely freely.

"Are you calling from a different number though? I would've answered sooner but it came up as possible spam."

Looking offended, Niall gets up to get a snack from his suitcase.

"Uh, yeah. I'm calling from Niall's phone. I figured it would be more discreet to call you from his than mine. I'm not supposed to call Louis or Zayn or Liam."

"That's dumb. Stupid homophobic people in your management."

"Yeah." Harry agrees quietly. "But I was calling because they won't let Niall or I have any contact with the rest of the boys, and the same for them. No communication with us. But we were thinking that if I called you, and someone you're with called Louis, then technically we wouldn't be breaking any rules and I could still see how he's doing. If you don't mind."

"That is so romantic. Doing anything you can just to talk to your lover. Sigh. I want a love like that."

"You never know, Adam could be that love."

"Not the way he's kissing me. And besides, we don't have some immense force separating us from being together and happy like you and Lou do. That's, like, some Hallmark movie shit."

"I'd rather Louis be a bad kisser but able to kiss me whenever I want than him stay a good kisser and have to hide my love."

"Your love?? You love him?" Lottie squeals on the other side of the phone, and Harry's surprised to hear another voice squealing too.

"Are you with someone?"

"What? Oh yeah, just Fizzy. But go back to the love part. You're in love with him? Have you told him?" She sounds like a sixteen year old girl getting caught up on all the tea during lunch.